Shadows of the candle flickered crimson.
The once spacious and opulent canopy bed now seemed stiflingly narrow.
An overwhelming pressure surged from Lu Ying, suffocating Shen Yinning to the point where she could barely breathe.
Clearly, she had the upper hand...
Clearly, in her game with him, she had always held the upper hand. Yet at this moment, she was like a prisoner trapped in a cruel dilemma, unable even to resist!
The man seized both her wrists and lifted them above her head. His other hand gripped the back of her head, pressing forward to claim her lips in a savage kiss!
Shen Yinning fell against the bed, her curses muffled in her throat. Her frantic struggles were nothing more than the futile throes of prey, serving only to fuel the predator's relentless interest.
Teardrops rolled from the corners of her eyes onto the brocade quilt.
Her phoenix-shaped eyes brimmed with malice, and she suddenly sunk her teeth into Lu Ying's thin lips!
